I had such a delightful awakening at about eleven this
morning. Dorothy brought out a big red heart shaped box to me. It had a darling
old fashioned bouquet in it. A valentine from George. We went to the concert.
It was wonderful. He stayed ‘til six. I start lock up this week.
There is an envelope in the scrap book that came with the valentine box with a card which read "A heart shaped box of lowers for a valentine from George." It is a wonderful old valentine. The sentiment: "Lady, I'm a one woman guy and there ain't many of us left. so buzz around."
George's letter home:
There is an envelope in the scrap book that came with the valentine box with a card which read "A heart shaped box of lowers for a valentine from George." It is a wonderful old valentine. The sentiment: "Lady, I'm a one woman guy and there ain't many of us left. so buzz around."
Dear Mother,
I think that I had the most wonderful time of my life last
night. It was the Alpha Phi formal, and my little darling was beautiful in a
new formal. She called it her “hussy” dress, because it didn’t have a back to
it. Whenever we danced by the patrons, she made me dance with my back to them –
she must have been very self-conscious of it. The rooms were all decorated to
represent a pent-house in a very tall building, and while I had to have some
things explained to me, I thought it was very well done.
This morning, a lot of us rented some bicycles and rode out
to Springfield and back. The weather was crisp, but there wasn’t a cloud in the
sky. After dinner, Anne and I went to hear the Kedrov quartet. They were
wonderful, mother, I certainly wished you and Dad could have been there too.
All of their songs were in Russian of course, but their voices were what we
were all interested in anyway.
Now I am home writing you this little letter before I begin
to study a bit of Economics. Foreign trade doesn’t interest me, but the lords
of the University seem to think it quite necessary. So I must away to my books
and leave the memories of this weekend for another time.
Love, Brother
P.S. The pride and joy of Sheridan is in love again; let us
pray that this one is not as expensive as the last.
Jane’s Notes: I believe that George's P.S. is referring to Stand Haberlack.
From Wikipeida - Nikolay Kedrov, Sr. From 1894 to 1897 he
studied singing at the St. Petersburg Conservatory, becoming an operatic baritone who performed at various theaters, including the Bolshoi and the Mariinsky
Theatre.
In 1897
he organized a men's vocal quartet (Saint Petersburg Russian vocal quartet).
Their first concert was held in 1898 at the St. Petersburg Conservatory. The
repertoire of the quartet included Russian folk songs, ballads, opera music,
then gradually liturgical music appeared. The quartet each year successfully
toured Europe, including participation in Diaghilev’s seasons. In 1913/1914 Feodor
Chaliapin and the
quartet recorded a musical album in London. In 1917, Kedrov became a professor
of the St. Petersburg Conservatory.[citation needed]
Some
time after the October Revolution, in 1922, the family emigrated from Russia and lived in Berlin, in
1928 moved to France. In Paris, Kedrov recreated the quartet (Quatuor
Kedroff). The repertoire of the ensemble in exile included liturgical
chants of the Russian Orthodox Church. The
quartet toured in Europe and North America. Kedrov taught at the Paris
Conservatoire.
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